Ulysees E. McGill
This season is for you Sweets
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Me and my wife got 4 hits a few years ago, and we decided to trip. It was her first time, and about my 100th. I was all like don't let it take you over. Be strong mentally etc. we took 1 hit each, and hour later we only had the perms grin going. I was like, **** this, lets drop the other. We did, and 45 mins later reality stopped existing. It was easily the hardest I ever tripped in my life. It was scary strong. That crap didn't stop til almost 14 hours later. First time I ever wished it to stop.I was riding home to Dalton from the ATL one night (my wife was driving) and it was like we were in a submarine complete with fish swimming around us. It was the strangest, coolest acid trip I ever took. The last time I did it, was the only time I took a bad trip. It was one of the worst experiences of my life, and I thank God often that I didn't kill anybody that day. I completely freaked out.
Bad trips were the worst. My worst was, I'd walk in a room and see someone, and in my mind we would yell and cuss each other for 5 minutes. When I'd snap out of it I'd be yelling at them. So I went outside to calm down, I'm sitting there telling myself to calm down. When a voice says yes you really need to calm down. I talk to this voice for a couple minutes before I look over and see myself. We merged into one person and lava started flowing over houses. I ran inside and hid in a closet till I
came down.
My first "bad trip" happened at school. I heard these girls sitting next to me saying... Awwwww.. He is so cute, he is tripping acid (they weren't paying me no attention). I told my buddy I was tripping, and he ****ed with me until class let out. I had to be told how to get out of the school, I was so gone. As soon as I hit outside, I was coherent. I was wasted, but the bad trip was over. I love acid.
Some choad borrowed my truck while I was off this weekend, and left the lights on. Took us two hours to jump it off today.
My first "bad trip" happened at school. I heard these girls sitting next to me saying... Awwwww.. He is so cute, he is tripping acid (they weren't paying me no attention). I told my buddy I was tripping, and he ****ed with me until class let out. I had to be told how to get out of the school, I was so gone. As soon as I hit outside, I was coherent. I was wasted, but the bad trip was over. I love acid.
It's very cool of y'all to share your past with us. I'm glad you found the right path. That stuff is dangerous.
Got a very close friend who attempted suicide They got to him soon enough and was put in rehab. He has gotten clean and is a totally different person.
Okay. Carry on.
. Go Vols
